The purple-skinned woman strides down a long aisle passing two large pots with yellow and blue liquids swiveling around eachother while producing a large amount of steam. She takes a brisk left and steps in a puddle of red liquid, then looks forward with widened eyes.
The air smelt of burnt flesh with the vicinity being painted with blood, ashes, and blackened human remains. Clora, hesitant to take a foot forward, fortuitously steps on a human skull that crumbles into dust with the contact of her white heels.
Her eyebrows narrow as she balls up both her fists and continues to walk. "Who the hell is this—"
"…GAAAH!"
